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From the first moment that hot, wet chocolate and marshmallow hit his tongue he was a goner. It wrapped him up in its sticky, sugar web and broke him like no other creature alive or dead on earth ever had before. And then his fangs broke through the graham cracker shell and it was like sinking his teeth through the flesh and bone of a willing saint although he swore he'd never tell anyone that part.

At first he hadn't wanted anyone to see how deeply a s'more, of all things, had affected him. He'd had one and then politely accepted a second and third that were offered and decided that would be all. He would control this hunger – one he suspected would be worse than any simple craving for human blood – because he didn't deserve to enjoy something that fed and comforted his soul like this simple food did.

But when Cordy had said the one she was holding was the last and she was going to eat it all by herself, he had snapped. It was life and the sun being taken from him all over again.

He had yelled "no" and actually tried to grab it from her hand. She had slapped him away and momentarily that had stopped him, jolting him from his s'more trance. But then she smiled and waved it in his face, taunting him and singing a s'more song.

"My s'more, my s'more, no more s'mores for you s'more."

It was irritating. And wrong. And dangerous.

Then she licked the chocolate and marshmallow from between the crackers and moaned in his face.

"Cordelia. I wouldn't do that if I were you," he had said.

"Whatcha gonna do? Take the last dessert from a girl? Because that's just what a hero would do."

She had taken another lick with that long, long tongue of hers and then did something that she really shouldn't have.

She put the rest of the s'more in her bikini and said, "I'm a little full, so I think I'll just save the rest for later."

She was evil. An evil, bad, s'more thief and as a champion Angel felt it was his duty to destroy her.

"Cordelia, I will give you fifteen seconds and then that s'more better be in my hand or else I can't be held responsible for what I may do. One-one thousand, two-one thousand..."

She wasn't stupid. Well, maybe she was a little because she didn't give Angel the s'more in the first place. But it only took her two seconds to realize he was serious before she started running for her life.

Now, sprawled on the beach on top of Cordy, his hand inching inside her bikini, Angel was hanging on to whatever humanity his soul gave him by a gossamer thin thread. If she didn't give her permission to take the s'more soon, he would have no choice except to extract it by force.

After all, he was only a manpire. No one should expect him to be sane.

"Alright. You can have it if it means so much to you," Cordy said. "But I want it noted that I...Angel, no!"

It was too late to save the grass skirt. The edge of one fang sliced through the rope as smoothly and quickly as Harvard's bow through Lake Winnipesaukee.

Cordy fisted his hair and jerked his head back. "Not the bikini! I don't have anything else to wear."

"That's really not the best incentive, but I'll be careful."

Letting his hair slide through her fingers as he went for his prize, Cordy said, "You know, I should be insulted...hey, that tickles. Careful with the fangs." She slapped him gently on his head. "I mean I finally get you interested in something below my chest and all you want to do is eat a s'more. Men, sheesh! Why couldn't I have been sensible and become a lesbian like Willow?"

"Ennoes aw ezamean?" Angel's muffled, full-mouthed voice could barely be heard above the surging waves.

"What?"

Slowly his head rose over the edge of her shelled breasts, an expression of victory and peace intermingling on his face. His tongue lapped at his chocolate and crumb smeared lips.

"I said, Willow's a lesbian?"

Cordy couldn't help but laugh, not only at his normal slob-guy appearance but his genuine curiosity about Willow when that was so not the point.

"Yes, and it amazes me that out of everything I said that's what you choose to dwell on at this moment."

Angel smacked his lips as the last bit of the s'more feast was cleaned from his mouth and palate.

"Mmm. You have no idea what a s'more does to me."

"I do know that it turns you on far better and faster than I've ever been able to. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a Pride Parade to attend." She tried to roll his enormous weight off her body. "There must be...ugh...one going on some place...ugh...in the world right now." Frustrated she pushed against his massive shoulders and when he still wouldn't budge she started pounding on his back. "Get off you big, fat s'more crack head!"

Angel watched her struggle to escape the cage of his arms and the squirming of her body against his reminded him of what his hope for the evening originally had been before he was sidetracked by the holy s'more.

The more she struggled, the harder he got. He began rubbing his cock against the beach and his khaki shorts, immediately changing his opinion of the course fabric. It was good for something. Very good.

Once her fists began thumping his shoulder blades, his face had changed and he let a fang do its magic one more time. It took less than a second to snap the cord between her breasts that held the coconuts securely together.

When Cordy felt her breasts sag to the sides, she knew something was wrong. She glanced down and saw Angel, vamped out with his most evil twist of lip and brow glaring at her.

"Oops."

"What are you doing? Remember the fact that this is all I have to wear?"

"Not really worrying about that right now, Cor." He licked a trail up the valley he'd cleared and swirled a pattern into the center of her collarbone.

"Well, you'd better the hell worry about...oh, my," she moaned tilting her head back to give him more room.

Angel felt her fists unclench and her palms flatten over his shoulder blades. He stayed at her dip in her neck, tugging and kissing the skin in the hollow. Her nails dug into his flesh.

"Some people call this spot the 'passion pit'."

"Mmm. Good name."

Slowly, a warm, slippery path, chilled by breath and breeze, was etched on her chest. His chin shucked one of the shells freeing her breast to be caressed by the blanket of night and his velvet tongue.

Cordy's satisfied moan brought a smile to his now human face as he tenderly worked her nipple into a tight nub and sucked.

"Angelangelangel," she sighed. "What took you so long?"

"Mmm," he released her nipple and laved it once more before moving to the next. "I always loved prolonging the chase," he said as he unveiled her other breast and plumped and squeezed it until he couldn't wait another second to taste it.

Cordy arched her back and slid her hand beneath his collar clawing bare skin for purchase.

Angel rolled his shoulders into her kneading fingers. Flicking her nipple with his tongue, he lifted his hips and pulled her body beneath him pressing his length into her.

Satisfied groans echoed over the waves as their bodies molded to each other, shudders of delight and raspy mews of lust long denied curled over and around them.

Cordy managed to tug his shirt off over his head mumbling that she might have to wear it later so he'd better not rip it. When his fingers struggled with her bikini, she bit into his neck to distract him while she untied the strings unwilling to risk their destruction.

"Fuck" was the only clear word Angel said when she slid into his pants and her hand engulfed his cock in flames as she stroked him.

He pumped into her palm, all mindless passion and staccato rhythm, his coarse cheek rubbing her satiny one while whispered love and devotion poured from his dry lips.

Before he came, he trembled with the effort it took to pull back. Slowing, he drew her hand from him kissing an apology from her ear to her mouth, begging her forgiveness for not being able to do more.

She shushed and cooed, soothing his shaking body with her caresses, knowing the strength it took to calm himself and loving him even more for it.

Then she asked him to lie on his back and he trusted the look of love but was intrigued by the mischief he saw there. He rolled away from her and gasped when he truly looked at her body in the moonlight.

Her skin shimmered pale and milky like an opal, the opposite of her dark topaz of sunlight. Flecks of sand sparkled like tiny diamonds on her shoulders and arms. Her breasts rose high, large dark circles pinpointing their most sensitive areas and her waist cinched tight against the spread of her womanly hips.

He longed to press his body to hers again, match every cell to his and then carve his name into each with his tongue. His hand reached to feel her heavy breast in his palm and she leaned in to meet him half way. She used both hands to press him against her and arched into his massive paw. The profile of her spine curved around the moon like the perfect platinum setting for the evening sky's crown jewel.

Angel wanted to see her come like this – daughter, sister, mother – all women and the only woman – cushioned on Her bed, his Luna. He wanted her to howl with him in his world and make it theirs.

He palmed her dark mound, and watched her face alight as he pressured her clit. He slid one finger in and then another. Smooth and creamy, slip sliding on hot ice, he glided with her as she rode him smiling at the stars.

He pinched and rolled her nipple, she circled her pelvis in synch, and her mouth formed a soft 'O' as moans of pleasure floated up from the center of her being.

Curling his fingers as he moved his thumb to her clit, he stroked her just so, knowing he found what he wanted when she bucked and hissed a long "Yesssssss." Her body's sweat glistened as she reared and stretched toward the sky.

He strummed her, playing the music of her body and making her dance to his. She twirled and spun a pirouette on his fingers, the moon's rays surrounding her in a celestial glow, until she finally leapt into the heavens bursting with a cry she had held inside her since she was born waiting for just this moment with this man.

Angel bayed and flew with her to the stars as far as he could and still be tethered to his soul. Disjointed shudders wracked her body as he tenderly calmed her still sparking nerves until, finally quiet, she fell back to earth to collapse into his waiting arms.

His love breathed hard and heavy against his chest. Angel was still a beast but one with the hope of humanity captured in his arms.

When she could, Cordy turned her mouth to his skin and kissed her way up his body. Licking at his nipples, moaning at the taste of him, she curled into the crook of his neck and bit into the apple there.

Hearing his groan stirred a primal need to join with him, body and soul. She rubbed her length against him, her instincts telling her friction and fire would bind them forever.

She rubbed her cheek over his chin until her mouth reached his and speared him with her tongue. She sighed...finally, finally.

She clutched at his arms trying to climb as deeply as she could, as he would allow. Long, drugging kisses, dizzying in their intensity, ebbed and flowed into slow slides of tongues, soft sips of mouths, and finally tender pressings of lips, remarkable in their love.

When they finally parted, they could only stare at one another, unable to form words that would adequately describe the moment.

"..."

"Wow."

Okay, maybe there was one word and Cordy said it.

A rumble of laughter burbled from Angel's chest.

"I think that about covers it," he said.

"That really wasn't what I had planned when I asked you to lie back. But...wow."

Angel raised an eyebrow and took another nip at her mouth. "Really? What did you have in mind?"

Cordy stared at his chest drawing a heart with her fingernail over where his should be. "Well, it was something I read in the library. Something that I thought would bring you happiness but not perfect happiness."

He lifted her chin with his finger and forced her to look at him. "You read about making love in the library?"

"Don't make fun. I was worried about Angelus...if we...you know...so I just wanted options. It's not like I'm all that experienced. But if you don't want to try..."

"What book was it?"

"I don't remember. There were so many. Who knew you could get off so many ways? Okay, don't answer that because if anyone already knows, it's probably you. Which, by the way, I'm not complaining about because...wow!"

"And I'm not complaining either. I know we can't make love, and I accept that's not going to happen with us. It can't because it would be perfect, Cordy. I don't doubt that for a second."

"Pfft. I know. No need to stroke my ego. And don't even think about brooding about what you can't give me, because that right there...that was the best sex I've ever had in my life so, for me, we could stop right now and I'd be a happy woman."

She beamed at him. Angel took her face in his hands, kissed her nose and finally brought their foreheads and noses together in an Eskimo kiss. Then he pulled her into his chest and hugged her nesting her head under his chin.

"But someday you'll want more," he said, "and you should. I want you to have it all. Until then, I'm going to love you every minute of every day and just be thankful you're mine for as long as you'll have me."

He could feel her struggle to get up and he sensed she wanted to argue the point.

"Nuh-uh, be still. We're not going to fight about this now. It's pointless, and I don't want to ruin tonight fighting when we could be doing some more of what we just did with maybe something you might have picked up in one of those books tossed in."

He felt a wet mouth surrounding his right nipple and blunt teeth tugging gently.

"Mmm, Cor. That's nice."

She did it again and again until she felt his muscles relax and his hand rubbed up and down her back in a soothing rhythm despite the gritty sand layer. Then she licked and nipped her way down his stomach and only paused to unbutton and unzip his shorts.

"Cordy," Angel started to protest.

"Hush, Angel. You want me to show you what I learned or not?"

"You know I do, but if..."

"Angel, do you know about safety words?"

"Yes," he said his eyes suddenly wide. "Cor, were any of those books about bondage?"

She smiled coyly as she ran a nail from the base of his cock to the tip. "Could be. But that's not important except for the safety word part. If what I do to you gets to be too much and you feel a perfectly happy moment approaching, just use your safety word and I'll stop."

Angel bit his lip as Cordy used two nails this time to stroke him. He could feel his cock get heavy and his skin stretch. The tip and base stiffened and then he smiled as he experienced that moment of floating while the long stretch in between joined in the fun. "Yes, oh yes. That sounds like it could work as long as you know you can stop."

"Trust me. That's one return engagement I would pay never to see. So, what will it be? As long as it's not the name of one your exes, I'm fine. Can you imagine you're about to come and suddenly you yell out 'Buffy.'" She shivered. "How weird would that be?"

Angel could feel himself deflating just imagining that scenario. "Hey, that seems to be working. Maybe we should..."

"No way, José. Pick something else."

"Hmm. I would suggest 's'more' but that might just put me over the edge instead of helping."

"Yeah, not to mention it would ruin a perfectly good dessert for me." Cordy had worked Angel's cock into attention again and decided it was time to taste him. She folded her tongue around his shaft and took him into her mouth.

Angel's hips bucked up. "Jesus, Cordy. Hockey puck, hockey puck!"

She dropped him instantly. "Okay, that'll work. And I have to say, how weird are you?"

"Sorry, it just flew out of my mouth. I don't know why. But it is odd enough to work as a safety word. Go on, though, I didn't mean for you to stop. I was just surprised that time. Please," he said, his hand in her hair nudging her back toward his cock, "continue with what you doing because that was very, very, VERY nice."

Cordy shook her head and smiled. "Dork." Then she took him into her mouth once more and moaned at the tangy, salty goodness that darted over her tongue.

Pulling him from her one more time, she said, "Oh, my. I think I found something better than s'mores."

She licked him and took some of his pre-come from his tip and groaned as it slid down. "God, yes."

Angel couldn't imagine he tasted better than a s'more, but if it worked for her he wasn't going to talk her out of it. Coaxing her back, he begged, "S'more, please. S'more."

- The End -

The original challenge by Sarah was: A beach, friends, a picnic and a battle to the death over a s’more.